This happened this morning. I enter the freeway (I-5 southbound in San Diego) and I get caught behind a gravel truck. Enough to make any car guy with a freshly polished vehicle nervous, right?
Traffic is flying by in the passing lane, and I hang back as much as possible without becoming an unsafe traffic hazard. I see my shot and slip into the next lane.
I look forward only to see I am now trailing a CEMENT MIXER. And the mixer is predictably churning. Again I start glancing at my rear view, waiting for traffic to clear so I can shoot into the next lane. Tiny pebbles are bouncing, but I deftly manage to evade them. I see a clearing and slip into to the #1 lane.
Only to look up and see that I was now behind a small pickup hauling a heated tar trailer!!! And that little wagon was smoking and bouncing!

Were the detailing gods bored this morning?

I look forward only to see I am now trailing a CEMENT MIXER. And the mixer is predictably churning. Again I start glancing at my rear view, waiting for traffic to clear so I can shoot into the next lane. Tiny pebbles are bouncing, but I deftly manage to evade them. I see a clearing and slip into to the #1 lane.

Only to look up and see that I was now behind a small pickup hauling a heated tar trailer!!! And that little wagon was smoking and bouncing!


Were the detailing gods bored this morning?

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